The sky is clear, cloudless, the sun is shining, and the sky is blue.
Each egret spread its wings to its fullest, fluttering in the white clouds and blue sky, showing off its graceful figure.
Either in the shape of an umbrella or in a long formation, it really makes people laugh.
The breeze blew up, picking up strands of dandelion velvet on the grass, causing them to fly in all directions.
now.
Ye Zhuyin was standing on the stone pavilion, watching this scene and relieving the depression in his heart.
She narrowed her eyes, looking sad, and her pretty face was full of sadness.
But even so, she looks really good-looking.
Due to Shang Yaoqin's intention, Ye Zhuyin, who had become a saint of Yin Dao, was unable to go to the front line of the two clans even if he wanted to go to war.
Because the only person Dameng Tianming Shang Yaoqin cares about is Ye Zhuyin.
Perhaps, in Shang Yaoqin's eyes, the entire human race may not be as important as Ye Zhuyin.
So how could Shang Yaoqin let Ye Zhuyin take risks?
But now, the news of Xuanguang Bridge's enlightenment has already spread throughout the world.
Even ordinary people of the human race know that the current situation of the human race is very dangerous.
And it just so happened that Shang Yaoqin was the destiny of the human race, so she would inevitably collide fiercely with the Xuanguang Bridge. Ye Zhuyin seemed to have seen the scene where Shang Yaoqin was shattered to pieces!
"Oh, how on earth does this 'World-Eating Demon Lord' Xuan Guangqiao avoid [Mutual Exclusion of Dao Marks]? It's hard to understand." Ye Zhuyin couldn't help but cover his face and sighed, feeling helpless.
Shang Yaoqin regards her as the most important person, so why doesn't she?
suddenly.
Ye Zhuyin's ears twitched slightly, and he looked to the southeast in confusion.
In a thatched house in a bamboo forest in the southeast, there was a little baby crying non-stop.
It's a good thing for a baby to cry, but she was really capable of crying.
You have to be careful in everything you do. If you continue to let the baby cry, you are afraid that she will faint from crying and hurt her body.
"Be good, be good, nanny, let's not cry, don't cry anymore~"
"Ah, ah ah ah..."
"Shh, if you cry again, be careful Xuanguang Bridge is coming to eat you."
next moment.
Something magical happened.
I saw that the little baby became extremely quiet at an extremely fast speed. She stopped crying and just kept pushing her head towards her mother's arms.
Stop crying, kid!
Xuan Guangqiao's evil reputation has spread far and wide among the human race. It can be imagined how heavy pressure he has brought to the human race~
"Xuanguang Bridge..."
"No, no, I can't convey my uneasiness to Yao Qin, and I can't cause trouble to Yao Qin."
"Ye Zhuyin, you have to cheer up~"
Ye Zhuyin encouraged himself secretly, then took a deep breath, patted his fair face, and cheered up.
It's just that no matter how much she cheers up, it's difficult for her to adjust her emotions quickly.
Xuanguang Bridge is so scary!
The more advanced a practitioner is, the more he will understand what the "Xuanguang Bridge" represents.
"If Yao Qin or A Yuan see me like this, I'm afraid they will worry about me in turn, right?"
For some reason, thinking of Hong Yuan, the corners of Ye Zhuyin's mouth slightly raised, and a smile appeared unconsciously.
This smile is like a garden full of spring flowers blooming, people are more delicate than flowers, extremely bright.
Gradually, Ye Zhuyin finally cheered up.
Then, she turned around and left, returning to Miaoyin Pavilion.
Since both Hong Yuan and Shang Yaoqin want to fight against the demon clan, she should handle all the logistics for them!
…
There are vast rivers and numerous islands.
Among the most extensive island groups, there is a sect that looks like a sycamore tree.
The stream surrounding this sect is like a phoenix.
This is Fengxi Sect.
Daxuan Dynasty, Tongtian River, Fengxi Sect!
A line of red light appeared on the surface of the river, and then, a series of divine rainbows passed by, setting off boundless waves, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
These saints who incarnate as divine rainbows are none other than Fengxi Sect’s General Bai Xiangxuan, Thunder Formation Martial Saint and... Fengxi Hongyuan!
However, now they are all in a heavy mood, and all of them have tense faces.
Because Fengxi Great Saint Fu Yanjiang died in battle!
The Fengxi Sect is leaderless, and Hong Yuan, who happens to be recognized by Fu Yanjiang as the next generation of Fengxi Great Sage, and who has inherited the Fengxi Divine Sword, is too weak, and is only in the realm of a sixth-level disaster.
With such a level of cultivation, how can one become the leader of the Fengxi Sect, and how can one support the Fengxi Sect with one single effort?
You must know that Fengxi Sect has been inherited for thousands of years. The internal forces of the sect are complex and cumbersome. Without the strength of a great saint, it is impossible to command the heroes!
After all, the forces below the Human Celestial Palace and the Great Emperor Daoism belong to forces such as Fengxi Sect and Qinglu Taoist Temple.
"You'd better know each other better, otherwise, I don't mind letting the Fengxi Divine Sword be stained with the blood of the same clan!"
Hong Yuan thought to himself.
His body only has a sixth-level cultivation level, but without an eighth-level cultivation level, there is no way to capture him.
Not to mention, if pressed, he can summon super power!
Hong Yuan glanced to the left as if he didn't mind.
On the far left, three saints from Tianji Pavilion gathered together, looking covetously at Hong Yuan's figure from time to time.
Tianji Pavilion, the most mysterious palace gate of Fengxi Sect, involves the path of wisdom, luck and soul.
This temple has very few disciples, so it can be said that they are the elite among the elite.
…
"boom!"
The sound of breaking through the sky shook.
One by one, the saints concealed their bodies, entered the Fengxi Sect, and returned to their respective places of practice.
Originally, saints were not mortals. After all, there was nothing in the world worth cherishing for them.
But things are different now. Against the backdrop of the resumption of war between the human race and the monster race, the saints have all accepted their respective halls, and they are no longer the same as the dragons.
Royal Beast Peak.
Qingyue Lecture Hall.
At this moment, Mo Yue'er, who was wearing the robes of an elder and had a serious face, was talking about how to cultivate ferocious beasts like bees and insects.
"Many people dream of reaching the sky in one step and quickly reaching the point where the slave array merges."
"Haha, this is wrong!"
"The way to be a slave lies not only in 'slaving', but also in 'raising' and 'refining'!"
"Slave, I want you to be a slave. Since ancient times, slave souls have been inseparable. In this aspect, a certain degree of soul cultivation is involved."
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To be continued...